Common people have ordinary wishes
dreams of birds and colourful fishes.
Comforts of life is a plebeian choice,
even if It costs to subdue their voice.
Afraid of sorrow the desires are small,
and all they want is, at once and all.
Small achievements matter so much
that they forget to dream big as such.
When the capacity for love is so small,
out of the blue when they get a windfall,
a palmful they need to quench their thirst,
they’ll be shocked to receive a cloudburst.
Insecure souls may sense some harm,
even for help, if you extend an arm.
As a good person you may be kind to all
just evade the people who think small.
Lost in the thoughts the dreams you weave,
the love of your life you may desire to achieve.
You write them songs and make them a painting,
unresponsive, they look away, unrelenting.
How a happy situation can turn so sad
when a sensitive person is labelled mad.
Your concern and care which is so great,
tears the heart when reciprocated as hate.
The more you try to explain and go close,
many rhythemic poems you may compose,
This is the time you must step away,
such an illusion in love may cause dismay.
Have faith in the magnificent cosmos,
if the love is true, there won’t be any loss.
If someone is truly yours she’ll sway,
true love reflects, it won’t fade away.
Love is a blessing, it is not an illusion,
sadly, that got construed as an intrusion.
A heavenly feeling that I call entanglement
is far beyond dogmatic human judgement.
A few things more important than love
are your nature and inclination to love.
Like we love the artist and not caricature,
we must direct our love to mother nature.
The indomitable time will heal the mind,
as you choose to remain beautiful and kind.
Of the great love stories, there is a dearth,
the love must remain and flow on earth.